It's kind of ridiculous to say, I've always had anxiety about the return trip. As long as it is the end of the holiday and leaving home, I am anxious. I don't know if anyone else has had this experience.
1. Wake up early.
I woke up early on the day of the return trip during the Spring Festival, but not because I had to catch a car. The last person in the family to wake up becomes the first to wake up. The return ticket has already been bought, and the noon bus only takes 20 minutes to get to the station.
2. Diarrhea, two or three times in half a day.
I woke up early because my stomach was upset, and I felt my intestines dancing happily in my stomach and wanted to have diarrhea. I felt a little better after going to the toilet. But that's not the end of it, there will be one more time after breakfast and another time before going to the train station. I can't control it.
3. Rapid heartbeat and pulse.
Thought it would be better after diarrhea? The stomach must have been a little more comfortable, but lying on the bed, I could clearly feel that my heartbeat and pulse had accelerated. Parents may push open the door and remind them to pack up their things, and don't forget to take the charging cable. The heart beats faster, and the nerves behind the ears have to jump out.
4. Soreness and weakness of limbs.
Carrying a bag and pulling up a suitcase is actually not heavy. His hands and feet were limp, and the voice of the person next to him seemed to be far away, and he felt that he was trying to keep his body balanced. Don't let your parents see that something isn't quite right.
5. The symptoms disappeared completely.
When I arrived at the station, I was alone in the waiting hall, surrounded by strangers, swiping my mobile phone while paying attention to the station announcement. I don't pay attention to my heartbeat and pulse, and I don't feel uncomfortable with diarrhea. When I was queuing to enter the station, I didn't feel that my limbs were sore, but I felt that the suitcase with the bag on my back was a bit heavy. At the moment when I stood outside the security line and waited for the train, I listened to the whistle and horn sound of the station attendant urgently reminding passengers not to go outside the yellow line, and I realized that I had been resurrected with full blood. As for which node is the tipping point, I don't know very well.
This strange anxiety is not unique to this year's Spring Festival, nor is it unique to the Spring Festival, it has always been the case on other holidays. I don't know if it's accurate to use the term return anxiety. It may also be caused by the feeling of parting, because there is no such anxiety when returning home from work. Thinking of this, I was a little scared, afraid that one day it would disappear.